I’d like to be remembered for having been funny and making people laugh.
If not, then I’ll use Catalyst’s answer.
No one’s gonna remember my Movieline column—it’s long past even wrapping fish. But I hope in 20, 40, years from now some kid finds one of my books at a dusty old bookstore and discovers old movies or theater through it—that’s how it happened with me. I was in the library of the Phila. College of Art, and they had all these books by and about silent movie stars, and I was hooked.
I don’t remember who said it…“I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying.”. Woody Allen, maybe?
I’d like to be remembered as “that thouroughly decent, tall, dark, charismatic, witty, creative, humanitarian, obscenely well-endowed rich guy…you know, what’s-his-name…?”
The fact that none of it’s actually true should have nothing to do with it.
Seriously, as a decent human being. That’s the only legacy I really give a crap about.
I don’t want to be remembered. I want to be thought of right now.
As the a–hole who won the largest publishers clearing house prize in history…lol…No just as a good man, husband, and father
By having women want me, and men want to be me.
Of course, I’ll end up with having men want me, and women want to be me, but that’s acceptable too, since I’ll be dead and all.
“Women loved him and not just for the fact that he was fabulously wealthy!” 
OK, I guess my aim mostly is, if people think of me and say “He was a nice man.”